I was there when she was writing  I felt her pen on paper  there to stay there to pay  I saw her writing me again  my brain is bleeding  my eyes are melting to my heart  she places the end just before the start  "to lay and die" she thinks to my ears  I can hear her heart and feel her pain  I understand but, can do nothing  a diary is me, a diary can't scream out her name  why is it that I'm the only one who knows  can't they hear her tears hit the floor  why is my mouth locked like a prison door  I wish I could tell someone  I kiss her swollen lips, and blood-she can't bight her tongue-swallow  her words  touch her blue face, touch her scarred back  and ripped down pride, broken side, ripped out hair, hide her tears  and lie  she knows of acid trips and clouds  of rape and placenta  placid eyes can't hide her fears from me  she says it all and I listen, and I hear her hearts call  for help a birds fall  deadly games, the loser goes away for ever, till never and I come  why is it that I'm the only one who knows  can't they hear her tears hit the floor  why is my mouth hers to quiet  I wish I could tell someone  you can't hear her tears fall,  you can't hear her hearts call,  and when it comes. all in all, you won't hear her hearts beat